It seemed that the bag wasn't closed, so the stuff inside it scattered all over the floor when it fell.

At the same time, the corner of the jade pendant was exposed.

Brian was about to crouch down to collect the scattered items.

With her keen eyes, Rosalynn spotted the jade pendant.

She said quickly, "Mr. Hughes, please go ahead and have the spaghetti. | can pick these up myself.”

Brian looked at her and saw her rushing over. She swiftly crouched down and gathered the items into her bag

Her speed was impressive.

“You used to be a sprinter?” Brian joked.

Rosalynn set her bag aside and replied, "| grew up in the countryside and was quite a mischievous child. | did participate in numerous track and field events at school.”

Mischievous as a child?

But now, she appeared quite elegant.

As the saying went, "One shouldn't judge a book by its cover.”

Recalling what the director of the orphanage had said, Brian asked, "Are you an orphan?"

Rosalynn glanced at him before looking away.

"Yes, | ran away from the orphanage when | was a child and met an old man who adopted me as his granddaughter.”

Brian decided not to probe any further.

If he kept asking, he might discover that he knew Rosalynn's grandfather.

Brian sat at the table and looked at the spaghetti Rosalynn made.

Apiece of steak accompanied the spaghetti.

He picked up the fork and took a bite.

The aroma...

Brian's eyes sparkled as he ate the spaghetti.

Satisfied, he glanced at Rosalynn and asked, "Have you learned cooking?”

In the eastern suburbs of Wragos, there was a renowned private dining establishment.

Leandro White was the head chef at that establishment. His ancestors had once been cooks for royalty.